nightklines

[nightklines]

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[nightklines]

BOLD - applies always. // italic - applies sometimes. // underlined - comfort dependent

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 :

is submissive. is dominant. prefers to top. prefers to bottom. likes to switch. identifies as heterosexual. identifies as homosexual. identifies as bisexual. identifies as pansexual. identifies as demisexual. identifies as asexual. enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with multiple people at one time. initiates. waits for partner to initiate. spits. swallows. prefers sex in the morning. prefers sex at night. prefers sex any time. no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 / 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 :

small build. medium build. lanky build. athletic build. muscular build. curvy build. voluptuous build. wears boxers (trunks). wears lingerie. goes ‘commando’. shaves / waxes. doesn’t shave / wax. cup size a-c. cup size d-f. 1-5" in length. 6 - 9" in length. 10" or over in length. various toys.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 :

is silent / makes little to no sounds. is very quiet. is very loud. grows in volume over time. bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves. calls out partner’s name. curses. fakes / exaggerates. prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud partner.is turned on by dirty talk. is turned off by dirty talk.

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 - 𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 :

having their hands pinned. pinning their partner’s hands. having their hair pulled. pulling their partner’s hair. being watched ( by their partner ). being watched ( by a third party ). watching their partner. receiving oral. giving oral. calling their partner ‘daddy’. being called ‘daddy’. giving praise. receiving praise. biting / marking. being marked. spanking. being spanked. teasing. being teased. having toys used on them. using toys on their partner. giving anal. receiving anal. choking. being choked. dirty talk. being tied up. tying their partner up. being worshiped. worshiping their partner. humiliating. being humiliated. degrading. being degraded. knife play. blood play. being pegged. pegging.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 :

in a bedroom.in a shower / bath. in a pool / ocean / lake. in a kitchen. in a bathroom. in a bathroom ( public ). in a car. in a tent. in an alleyway. in a field / forest. at a school. in an empty / abandoned building. in a library. on a rooftop / terrace. in a dressing room. in an elevator. in a parking lot. at a museum. at a cemetery. in a closet. at a hospital.

tagged by: stole it from @lovedfoolish tagging: in the spirit of thievery, feel free to steal it from me

[hawkinsfoster]

✧ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 𝄃 @hawklines sent » [ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

This moment felt familiar. How many times had he snuck into her humongous house when her parents were otherwise occupied to make out in her room, usually ending with him trying to subtly readjust because he was pathetically hard in his pants. And the last thing he wanted to do was make a big deal out of it. Never wanting her to feel any pressure to do more because his body responded to her so well. Makeout sessions were bound to end with him turned on. He was a boy, she was incredibly attractive, and a good kisser to boot. Hormones were raging, and the reactions were normal.

Honestly, he'd thought he was in the clear. Until their lips parted long enough for her to voice a question. “Are you okay?” There was something knowing in her tone, and she batted her eyelashes at him as he tried to come up with a response.

“Yeah, I'm ” his throat clears as if he were trying to buy a few precious seconds to get his mind to work better. “I'm fine.” Her hand rests on his thigh and moves just enough for her thumb to brush against the outline of him. His jaw tenses, and he attempts and fails to keep his expression neutral. Surprisingly, his mind works well enough to hear her comment about how he seems tense.

Breaking out into a laugh, he rolls his eyes. “And here I thought I'd been playing it cool this whole time...” he steals another kiss and allows a moan to slip when she gets bold and gets a better feel of him. “Dot, you don't have to do that.”

“But can I?”

An enthusiastic nod of his head later, and things had certainly escalated. Hips lifting so that his clothing could be tugged down his thighs, a gentle sigh at the warmth left behind by her lips on his inner thighs. Brown eyes watch with fascination, a hand carding her hair back out of her way.

[nightklines]

If she's being vulnerably honest, she'd been starting to think that maybe he didn't want to go further than making out with her, like she was doing something wrong or there was something wrong with her that he just didn't want to tell her. Because this wasn't the first time she could tell that he'd gotten hard while they were making out on her bed, and she kind of kept expecting him to say something -- hint, at minimum -- but he hadn't. At first she'd just taken it as him being nice and not trying to move too fast too soon. But most guys she's made out with would have said something by now.

Well if he wasn't going to say something, she'll just have to call him out and see how it goes... It eases her insecurity when he laughs and admits that he thought he'd been playing it cool. Damn, for someone who she's never seen waste a second when it comes to throwing a fist, he sure has the patience of a saint. She giggles into the kiss when he moans she puts her hand over the bulge in his pants and gives it a light stroke. It's proof that her insecurity had been over nothing when he tells her she doesn't have to do that, but then enthusiastically nods agreement when she asks if she can.

It's all the encouragement she needs to back up, down to where she can pull his pants down to get to what she wants. She trails a little row of kisses up his inner thigh, before licking her tongue up and down his cock, swirling her tongue around the top. "Just tell me if you want me to stop," She tells him, looking up as he brushes her hair out of the way. She spits into her hand, wrapping it around his base and giving a couple quick strokes, resting her other hand on his upper thigh to help her balance on her knees. Then her mouth is otherwise occupied taking him in her mouth, using her hand to compensate for the length she can't reach yet, bobbing her head up and down a couple times, sucking a little more strongly at the tip before pulling her lips away just enough to glance back up at him through her eyelashes, "It is this ok?"

[lovedfoolish]

steve's  least  favorite  part  about  finding  their  spot  on  lover's  lake  was  unironically  finding  their  spot  by  lover's  lake  where  no  one  had  managed  to  bust  them  yet.  the  limbs  were  low  hanging  and  thick.  the  tree  line  spread  around  the  waterfront  like  a  semi-circle  from  all  sides.  it  stood  like  a  portal  to  a  pocket  dimension,  keeping  the  fireflies,  frogs  and  horny  couple  safe  from  prying  eyes.  steve  held  @nightklines's  hand  as  he  pushed  back  the  branches  and  finally  escaped  them  to  break  through  to  the  spot  where  they  could  safely  strip  naked  and  enjoy  the  cool  waters  of  the  lake.  not  too  cold!  over  here,  the  temperature  was  a  perfect  degree  on  the  shallow  side,  having  soaked  up  the  sun's  heat  from  the  day.  the  further  they  drifted  out,  the  cooler  the  water  got  if  they  needed  the  jolt  of  energy.  steve  let  her  go  long  enough  to  pull  his  shirt  over  his  head  and  pile  up  his  clothes  on  a  fallen  trunk.  unabashed  by  his  nakedness  in  front  of  his  girlfriend,  it  felt  natural  to  be  so  revealed  before  her  eyes  to  see.  he  scratched  his  nails  down  the  hair  of  his  chest  and  sprinted  into  the  water.  semi-cannonballed  into  the  water,  steve  brought  the  thunder!  whooping  and  splashing.  he  broke  through  the  surface  spewing  a  mouthful  of  water  through  his  lips  like  a  fountain. 

“  come  on,  baby!  it's  so  lonely  in  here  without  you  near  me.  ”  he  batted  the  water  droplets  from  his  thick  lashes  and  put  on  his  sweetest  pout  for  her.  his  arms  weaved  through  the  lake's  embrace,  creating  gentle  waves  around  his  body.  “  c'mon,  baby,  ”  he  continued  to  call  with  increasing  sweetness.  a  mischief  began  to  shadow  his  eyes,  though,  like  he  was  planning  something  as  soon  as  she  was  within  reach.  “  dot,  hey.  check  this  out!  ”  he  dived  under  and  there  was  blessed  silence  for  about  a  minute.  then  his  feet  shot  back  up  and  his  legs  were  visible  to  just  below  his  knees.  he  was  apparently  performing  a  handstand  just  for  her.  each  leg  shifted  in  balance  like  his  arms  were  taking  turns  beneath  the  water  bearing  his  anti-gravity  weight  thanks  to  the  lake's  buoyancy  bearing  his  weight.  he  began  to  walk  towards  the  shallows  on  his  hands  until  more  of  his  legs  were  showing  and  eventually  down  to  his  waist.  the  spin  of  his  penis  curving  naturally  with  his  cock's  shape,  laying  flat  against  his  stomach  from  his  upside  down  angle.  his  balls  blanketed  the  base  of  it,  all  nestled  in  the  bed  of  his  pubic  hair.  his  shaft  swayed  on  his  belly,  this  way  and  that  way,  with  the  stride  of  his  walk.  then  he  was  gone  again,  back  under  the  water  to  put  himself  right  side  up  again. 

steve  came  up  with  a  mist  of  water  from  his  lips.  his  big  hands  combed  back  the  wet  curtain  of  his  hair  until  it  slicked  back  on  his  head.  he  looked  like  an  old  movie  star  or  a  guy  trying  really  hard  with  his  prom  look.  clearing  the  water  from  his  eyes  with  a  couple  of  digs  from  his  fingers,  he  peaked  back  at  her.  steve  smiled,  big  and  stupid.  his  teeth  lined  up  white  and  in  a  row  between  his  lips.  “  bet  you  look  pretty  good  all  wet,  dottie.  all  wet,  all  slippery…  ”  he  took  his  bottom  lip  between  his  teeth  as  his  eyes  fell  down  her  body.  “  bet  i  couldn't  even  keep  you  from  wiggling  out  of  my  arms  when  you're  like  that.  excited  and  playful  in  the  water.  you'd  just  fall  right  out  of  my  grip,  and  i'd  have  to  hold  you  real  tight,  huh,  curlicue?  ”  steve  worked  himself  up  teasing  her.  he  relished  the  thought  of  chasing  her  in  the  water.  grabbing  onto  her  long  enough  to  enjoy  her  shape  against  his  hard  body.  she'd  be  all  soft  and…  would  she  giggle?  would  she  give  into  him  immediately?  would  she  take  on  her  own  desires  and  surprise  him  with  how  she  wanted  him?  steve  was  eager  to  find  out.  his  cock  stirred  in  the  lukewarm  depths  of  the  water,  and  his  palms  prickled  for  wanting  to  touch  her.  “  c'mon,  dottie.  c'mere,  baby.  ”  his  voice  dropped  into  a  husky  whisper.  eyes  darkened  against  the  low  visibility  of  the  half-moon's  light. 

[nightklines]

If she was being honest, Dottie would have to say that she thought this spot at Lover's Lake was a much better spot than Skull Rock. (For one thing, who picks a spot called Skull Rock for a makeout spot over the lake that's literally called Lover's Lake? Her dork boyfriend, that was who.) And if she was being really honest about it, there was something about the rush of adrenaline that the water and the risk that just elevated things in a way that a lame-ass rock in the middle of the woods just didn't quite do it for her. (No offense to her dork boyfriend, of course. He couldn't help that he was a dork.) Frankly she thought it was easier to just find a place on the side of the road through the woods to pull over and climb into the back seat for a makeout session without the walk through the woods. But again, who was she to judge. Especially since this was their spot. Not a spot he'd made popular to the whole school. Just theirs.

But if he didn't stop being so loud he was totally going to get them caught and ruin this spot. With his canonball into the shallow water, splashing and whooping like a kid, coaxing her to come join him, bathed in moonlight. She would, but she had to stop laughing at him first, trying to muffle her giggles behind her hand -- one of them at least had to be cognizant of making sure they weren't too loud. But it didn't help her fit of giggles when he dove under, feet and legs popping up out of the water in a handstand, walking on his hands just shallow enough for the reflection of the moon on the lake to glint off his cock, like he just couldn't help but give her a nice little show to remind her what her reward was going to be for joining him in the lake.

"Show-off," she teased when he surfaced. "It's a good thing you were on the basketball team, 'cause I don't think you'd have made the cheer team with that handstand." Couldn't have him getting too cocky now, could she. (And his form did need work.) His teasing sent a little tingle through her, his words giving her little flashes of the times they'd been here before, tangled up in the water. She could never tell: was it the risk of getting caught that made it more invigorating, or was it that it simply that the thrill of it made the risk less important? High risk, high reward, wasn't that a saying?

"Maybe I already look good wet, hmm, Steve?" Just to tease him right back, she made a point of not shedding her clothing as quickly has he had -- pulling off her shirt and then taking the time to fold it, not looking over at him, acting like it didn't matter if he was watching or not, shimmying out of her shorts with a little more shimmy in her hips than was strictly necessary. The shorts she didn't bother folding. Then, just to tease him a little more (and so the matching-set bra and panties she was wearing weren't totally going unappreciated) she lifted her arms over her head and gave a little stretch like a swimmer preparing to actually swim. "Oh, are you waiting for me?" Batting her eyelashes over at him like she's completely innocent. But she wasn't going to make him wait too much longer, that would just be mean of her, and it only took her a second to unclasp her bra and drop it on top of her shorts, slide her panties down on top of the pile of discarded clothes, and wade into the lukewarm water of the lake, swimming out to meet him and draping her arms around his shoulders. "Hi," She grinned. "Slippery enough for you? Or do I need to make you chase me?"

[lovedfoolish]

paper's  from  harrington's  campaign  were  scattered  for  what  seemed  like  miles,  making  the  room  look  infinite.  the  future  never  looked  so  full  and  chaotic  in  front  of  steve.  as  he  gazed  around  at  the  wonderous  mess  of  it,  he  felt  hopeful.  it  was  all  thanks  to  his…  @hawklines.  his  head  swiveled  on  his  neck  to  find  her,  right  beside  him  on  the  sofa.  she  was  focused  on  something  in  her  hands.  ever  determined  on  the  task  at  hand  no  matter  how  often  and  much  he  wobbled  on  the  goal.  she  was  more  than  his  cheerleader  these  days.  she  was  his  saving  grace.  and  perhaps—as  his  heart  picked  up  a  little  bit  harder  the  longer  he  gazed  on  her,  steve  was  suddenly  overcome  with  how  the  room  seemed  to  shrink  around  them.  what  was  moments  ago  a  vast  maze  of  documents  and  posters  and  stickers  and  pins  had,  without  his  notice,  dialed  into  a  tunnel  vision  view  centered  on  dottie. 

they'd  spent  many  late  nights  together  like  this  these  days.  it  reminded  him  of  when  they  painted  banners  for  homecoming  or  pep  rallies  back  in  high  school.  so  serious  and  diligent  about  getting  everything  done  for  the  day  after.  somehow,  they  always  got  distracted  back  then  too.  making  out  in  his  parents'  living  room  or  in  the  empty  gymnasium.  rolling  around,  groping  clumsily  at  each  other  like  the  reckless  teens  they  used  to  be.  now,  steve  felt  like  he'd  fumble  and  muck  it  up  because  he  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  he  fooled  around  with  someone.  as  an  adult,  dating  was…  awkward.  again,  back  to  the  seriousness,  but  everyone  seemed  dead  set  on  keeping  it  that  way.  no  room  for  silliness  or  playing  around  with  each  other.  he  and  dottie  always  had  time  for  banter  and  pushing  each  other's  buttons. 

“  You  have  no  idea  what  you  do  to  me  when  you  look  at  me  like  that.  ”

even  though  his  mind  had  wandered,  his  eyes  remained  stuck  on  her.  he  could  only  imagine  what  his  goofy  face  looked  like  when  he  reminisced  about  their  tumultuous  and  stacked  history.  he  wanted  to  crack  open  his  mouth  and  explain.  tell  her  that  he  wasn't  trying  to  cure  boredom  with  leading  her  on,  but  all  that  was  too  much.  he  knew  in  his  bones  it  would  only  ruin  the  moment.  so,  steve  swallowed  thickly.  he  scooched  over  on  the  couch  and  put  his  arm  around  her  waist.  his  eyes  remained  wide  open  and  pools  of  tender  affection.  he  loved  the  woman  she'd  grown  into.  he  loved.  not  only  hung  up  on  what  had  been  between  them,  steve  found  himself  swept  up  in  her  orbit  and  carried  away  with  the  wind  of  her  natural  force.  she  was  the  same  but  different.  an  easy  smile  dawned  on  his  mouth.  with  his  free  hand,  he  pinched  her  chin  and  tilted  her  head  back  to  meet  him.  that  mischievous  glint  rising  in  his  look.  ❝ if  it's  what  i  hope  it  is,  i  have  a  little  bit…  ❞  he  took  his  fingers  away  from  her  chin  long  enough  to  measure  the  distance  with  his  two  fingers  so  that  she  could  see.  ❝ of  an  idea.  ❞ 

when  he  returned  his  touch  to  her,  his  hand  slid  into  place  around  her  cheek.  the  tips  of  his  fingers  tugged  at  her  ear  and  massaged  there  then  applied  pressure  to  the  crook  of  her  neck.  their  breath  intermingled.  the  silliness  fell  from  his  features  all  at  once.  a  thought  consuming  him  as  her  eyes  reflected  him.  he  could  only  imagine  what  she  was  thinking.  it  scared  him.  for  a  moment,  he  considered  pulling  away  and  putting  distance  and  a  hasty  apology  between  them.  as  soon  as  that  suggestion  washed  over  him,  another  one  quickly  combatted  it.  replaced  with  a  raging  courage  to  rely  on  the  truth.  as  he  always  had  with  her.  ❝ i  love  you,  dottie.  do  you  know  that?  i  mean,  do  you  really?  i  think—  ❞  no!  no,  steve!  no  more  thinking!  ❝ i've  always  loved  you,  and  i  don't  know  how  to  stop.  ❞  like  a  flash,  their  lives  together  and  apart  played  in  his  head.  a  whirlwind  of  ups  and  downs.  everything  that  seemed  so  insignificant  and  foolhardy  at  the  time  suddenly  infused  with  a  measure  of  great  importance  leading  up  to  the  inevitable  present.  he  tried  to  imagine  not  having  that  with  her,  and  that  possibility  above  all  else  frightened  him  the  most.  he  reaffirmed  his  hold  on  her,  squeezing  her  against  him  to  make  sure  this  was  all  real.  ❝ i  don't  ever  want  to  stop.  ❞  and  then  he  kissed  her.

[nightklines]

The crazy part about this whole mayoral campaign is that despite how spontaneously he'd announced his run, he's actually got a shot at winning this thing. (In no small part thanks to her, which she says not to be full of herself but because she'd practically had to talk him into staying in the race the morning after he'd said he was running. And maybe also because she is pretty great at campaigning. You don't spend your formative years with a politician for a father without picking up a few things.) It's almost nostalgic, in a way, helping him with his campaign. Sitting here with him on his sofa, campaign papers and posters and fragments of speeches scattered around the room. The only difference between this and high school was that they're at his house, not his parents' house, and they're surrounded by actual serious documents, not pep rally posters with green and orange glitter.

They're probably a little more focused now, too, than in high school -- sure they'd tried to take it seriously and stay focused, but if hindsight is honest, at least half the time they'd been 'working' on pep rally or school dance prep, they'd actually been getting distracted making out. Or there was that time they'd started chasing each other around the gymnasium with paintbrushes that had started with shrieks and giggles, ended with some paint-covered making out and groping, then had the aftermath of having to scrub paint splatters off the floor before the janitors could see the mess and turn them in for detention. Then of course there had been the prep sessions where they'd been broken up, both sort of awkwardly and stubbornly not talking to each other. Those ones had never been quite as fun, even if Dottie had been with another boyfriend at the time.

But they're adults now, they can totally work together when they haven't been together in...what's it even been now, years, maybe? They've been doing fine at this. Except she dooms herself when she feels him looking at her like she has a sixth sense for it, and glances over at him out of the corner of her eye. It's actually unfair of him to be looking at her like that. Like there's still a chance they're going to get together. It's stupid of her to even give him the murmured "You  have  no  idea  what  you  do  to  me  when  you  look  at  me  like  that," because it clearly only encourages him.

Does he even know how she still feels about him, how they'd been so on and off and back on then back off that there had never been any closure to those feelings? The way that boyish grin on his face and dangerous sparkle in his eye tugs at feelings deep in her heart she'd pretended she didn't have anymore? It's borderline cruel, the way he slides closer and slips his arm around her waist, other hand on her chin, practically giving her no choice but to have to look right into the depth of those brown eyes she's known for so long; that she's loved for so long. There's something in the effect he has on her, in the hold their history has on her, that makes it so she can't help but give a breathy little giggle when he measures out the little bit of the idea he has about what it does to her. No, Dottie. Stop it. But she can't stop it when his palm on her cheek feels like it's burning her skin like the warmth of a summer sun, and his fingertips on her ear and neck send electric ripples through her whole body. She tilts her head into his hand like she's going to melt into him. God it's so embarrassing how she can't find the way to formulate words to tell him he has to stop teasing her like this; it's mean of him to do this when she's still in love with him.

But then he's talking again -- confessing, really -- and he loves her? He still loves her, too? (So they're both idiots? Goddamn.) She can hear the sincerity in his voice, in the way it sounds like the words are rushing out of him with the same anxious fever that the same words have been running through her head since she saw him looking at her like that; then he kisses her, and she can taste the truth on his lips. She kisses him back, bringing both her hands up to the sides of his head, running her fingers through that hair he's always been so proud of. Is she sixteen and reckless again, or are they both old enough to stay on the dance floor together this time? She pulls out of the kiss, but doesn't pull away from how close they are, noses still practically touching. "I love you too, Steve," she admits, "I don't think I ever stopped, but..." She licks her lips, like she can still taste his, "...you should know that if you kiss me again, I'm not letting you go again." Walk away now, Steve, or stay for good this time.

[nightklines]

a few random spicy thoughts that have been rolling around in the ole' brain for a while but I hadn't decided the most convenient avenue for posting them, some spicier and some pretty mild.

she prefers being called 'babe' over 'baby' at first, but 'baby' is good too once the relationship is serious enough ('baby' feels patronizing on a first date, but once the relationship is serious it feels tender)

she does not like being called 'sweetheart' because that's what her dad would call her in public when he was mad at her and wanted her to know she was in trouble but not let anyone else know. so pick any other pet name. (if a boyfriend does call her 'sweetheart' because he doesn't know she doesn't like it -- and how would he -- she'll just tell him she doesn't like it and there's no problem.)

she really likes giving oral and it gives her a bit of a power trip that really turns her on.

she's a fan of car makeout sessions and she will not be shamed for it. but she will keep in-car friskiness to when the car is safely in park and no one's driving.

she really likes having her hair pulled, especially when her hair's in a ponytail, and she didn't factor that in when she cut her bob. in all other aspects of life she does prefer the bob, though, so boyfriends will just have to work with the bob. she says it's still long enough to be pulled.

she really likes being touched and held. she wasn't hugged enough as a child, so when she does get physical intimacy with someone she's emotionally close to, she really craves it. [this goes for platonic too and will be expanded on in a WIP hc for the main but that's not the important part here for now, so just...sneak peak lol.] she likes leaning against her partner when they're sitting next to each other, holding hands, touching her partner with a leg/an arm while they're sleeping next to each other, cuddling, laying with her head in his lap or vice verse, etc.

she does not like being degraded in bed. she got enough of being put down by her parents growing up, it's not a turn on at all.

she likes wearing cute matching bra/panties sets if she thinks she's going to be taking her clothes off, and once partners know her well enough they can probably tell if she was planning ahead for spicy time or if it's actually spontaneous by if her underwear matches or doesn't (and they're totally allowed to tease her about it as long as they're teasing in good fun).

she is, shall we say, a fast learner and good with picking up new choreography because of her dance/cheer/gymnastics background. and along those same lines, she is quite flexible and athletic.

she likes to think she knows the best place to skinny dip in Lover's Lake.

[nightklines]

Full disclosure: I'm not totally sure how I'm going to determine what exactly goes on the main blog vs what goes on the sideblog (as far as where I'm going to make the determination for levels of explicit-ness). I've never actually done an extras/usfw sideblog before, so bear with me if you do decide you want to follow the sideblog. I figure if there are fewer eyes on a sideblog where people have actively chosen to follow with the understanding that this is content I think I'm bad at writing, I'm going to be more comfortable writing it because I'll feel less judged for the quality 'cause by following you've promised not to judge me lol.